~Taste~ (Vincentã—Rody) Radio

(So, this was supposed to be posted 3 days ago- It didn’t- ;-; So here!! The next chapter will be posted by Sunday!))

{Vincent}

   It was around 11 at night, and Rody was on the couch, with the radio on. He had wrapped himself in one of the blankets, and had zoned out staring at the floor, after I’d cleaned off the dirt and his hands. It was like he was waiting for the radio to say something that he was anticipating. I walked in with a cup of tea, and offered it to him. He continued to stay zoned out. “Rody?” I questioned. He didn’t respond. “Rody.” I say his name a bit sterner. He looked at me, and at the tea, then shook his head no a bit. I sighed, and sat next to him, setting the tea on the glass table in front of us. I don’t remember how long we sat there, listening to the radio in the dark of my living room. “Will you at least talk to me. Why were your hands all bloodied and bruised when you got back? Where did you go?” He stared down again, but this time at his bandaged hands. He’s usually so full of life, so joyful, and talkative. There’s not a lot of things that make me feel this uncomfortable..

   After a little bit more waiting, the breaking news tune they did came over the radio. “Breaking news. After months of searching, the parents of Marieanne Vacher have finally found their daughter’s body, but in a terrible state. After being found in a bag in a hole, investigators are asking local townspeople who might have seen the incident. ‘I coulda sworn I saw someone with that weird ginger hair digging up the hole,’ says one town person. ‘I didn’t see anything, but I did hear the digging. I thought it could have been a dog, so I didn’t check it out!’ says another. If you have any information on the situation, please contact authorities immediately, thank you.” The radio went back to static for a second, then the next news report started. I got up, and walked over to it, turning the volume all the way down. I stared down at the radio.

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{Rody}

   The entire room went quiet again. I stared at Vincent, my bandaged hands shaking as I held them, one in the other. I wanted to let myself cry again, but at this point, I felt annoyed at myself. “Rody, tell me you did not-.” He said quietly. I looked away from him as he turned to look at me. “What if someone saw you.. You can’t be doing things like that, you don’t know how to do it properly..” He came over to me, and knelt down in front of me. “You’re not mad..?” I mumbled. “I’m not mad, I’m worried.. One of the people they asked saw enough of you to see your hair color, Lamoree..” “I just wanted to get rid of her.. I-… I didn’t mean to cause this much of a problem, I thought that maybe if I got rid of her body, then the nightmares would stop-.” “How about you stay in the apartment for a while longer-. That way if anyone did get a clear view of you, they won’t recognize you right off the bat, okay?” I sighed a little and nodded a bit. I reached into my pocket, and took out the freezer key, handing it back to him. “This is yours..” Vincent took it, pocketing it soon after. He helped me up, and over to the guest bedroom, and laid me in bed. 

   We looked at each other for a moment, no words shared, before he nodded a little, and turned, leaving the room, and closing it, but not completely. Leaving a small gap between the door and the doorframe. I stared at the wall of the room, the only thing illuminating it was the moonlight. “You helped my murderer? You fucked my murderer?” The words rang out harsh against the original quiet of the room. Her shadow was by the window, blocking the incoming light. I closed my eyes, gritting my teeth. She’s dead, not real, not real. “Look at me, Rody.” I kept my eyes shut tight. I felt a sudden cold touch, painful, and opened my eyes as my head was jerked to the right. Her empty black eyes, and her mouth pouring out a brown, black, and green mixture of rot. Her limbs stitched together horridly. “I said. Look. At. Me. Lamoree. Tell me that you once loved me.” Tears pricked my eyes, and her grip on my chin hardened. “F-Fuck, just go away..!!!!” I yelled, pushing her away, and pulling my head away. I sat up in bed, and looked towards where she would have fallen, but she wasn’t there.

   The light in my room turned on, and Vincent was in the doorway. His face was etched with concern, glancing at the spot where I had been staring, and the sight of the open window, the curtains swaying in the breeze. He sighed a bit, walking over, and closing the window, I hadn’t even realized it was open. He climbed into bed, and pulled me against himself. My a bit broad, but shorter body against his taller, and lean body. He was still cold, but not painful like Mannon had been. If that was Mannon. I buried my face into his shoulder, and shakily breathed out.